the most stressful weekend ever.

my bro got sent to a boarding school because he needed structure in his life. this is putting it mildly. anyway, he's a spoiled brat and he is an ingrate. enough said.

his school (located in mexico) just got shut down by the mexican government... what, were they running it illegally or something? i mean, wtf is wrong with them?

at least my parents won't lose all their money. now they need to get him to iowa. he's going to fight them every step of the way. he's not going to want to go. uuufff. i don't know what they're going to do.


the above was written on saturday morning.

and here's the rest of the scoop. the people running these fine institutions were confused. everything was fucked up. no one knew what the hell was going on... everyone we talked to had different stories. the only thing we knew for certain was that my brother was leaving mexico.

first they told my parents that they needed to pick him up from mexico. then they said they should pick him up in san diego... and then from mexico, and then back at san diego.

i told my parents to stay at my place until they figured out exactly what was going on because if my parents go to mexico, we won't be able to get a hold of them since they won't have cell phone reception....

we wait... i yell a little bit on the phone to some woman that i'm convinced is getting kickbacks from one of the escort teams... not too stressful... the lady finally tells me that everything is taken care of and my brother will go directly from san diego to this school in iowa and that there's no need whatsoever for my parents to go down to see my brother...

and that's the way we wanted it. it would accomplish absolutely nothing if my parents and brother saw each other... not good for my parents' emotional states and for his mental state.

my parents wanted to just go home on saturday night, but i told them to spend the night and then leave in the morning... so, they stayed, steve screened "hero" for them... everything was hunky dory....

7am on sunday, my dad gets a call from the "transport team." they say they're escorting my brother and a girl to the school in iowa and they're leaving "right now." so, we assume everything's fine. 2 or 3 hours later, we get a call from the owner of the company that runs the transport team. they're not taking my brother anywhere until my parents go down there and sign some contracts. i friggin' lose it on the phone... i'm trying to reason with him and i tell him that we'll fax it on monday, blah, blah, blah... and he's just adamant... and then i realize that it's about the money. so, i ask him, point blank, if this is about the money. "you have to understand our position... we don't want to transfer him without the cash in hand... 4 other parents jumped ship and we don't want to move him and then not have you pay us."

fuckers.

so, we decide we're going down to san diego and try to figure out what's going on. the bitch who i think is getting kickbacks is calling me, telling me that we HAVE to go with this company and they're the only transfer company, etc...

then where the fuck are the other 300 or so kids???? they're saying my brother is the only one left. son of a...

so, we go down to san diego. it's fucking chaos there. and there's NO ONE in charge. nobody. there are some cops there. they don't know shit. there are "parent volunteers." shitloads of them. and they're all stupid, too... i spent about 4 hours screaming at people trying to figure out what the fuck is going on who the fuck i'm supposed to talk to....

and the transport team finds me. they're super nice (unlike their boss) and he tells me that there are 3 or 4 escorting teams there. so we find the cheapest ones... and he's off.

there's just so much more to say about the incompetence of these people... but i'm too fucking tired... it was just a very, very stressful day... what with my parents being all emotional instead of being strong... my brother swinging from mood to mood... crying, screaming, pleading, crying, begging, yelling... it was godawful. trying to convince us that he's changed. yeah. i don't think so.

he hasn't even changed on the outside, how can we believe that he's changed on the inside??? he comes out in a holey ass t-shirt and his pj pants. wtf? the other kids are in their uniforms, or clean clothes, at least... they all have their shit with them... he has NOTHING. all the stupid shit my mom sent along with him was gone. because he left it all there. because he was so certain that my parents were going to take him home. and man, if i wasn't there (yes, i'm patting myself on the back) they would've brought him home. what a buncha softies my parents are.

it's a good thing my mom brought along extra boxers and t-shirts... he looked a friggin' mess. i mean, come on. you leave your shit there??? what a fuckup... and then he says to me, "well, you don't know what it's like... they locked down the building, i had my shit everywhere and i couldn't get back in to get it." "yeah, you're right. i don't know what it's like. all i see is that every other kid here has their shit. so you're saying they singled you out?" and then he tells my mom, "i had everything all packed up and ready to go and then i left for a minute to use the bathroom and then everything was locked up and they made me leave."

good god. there are so many things ... i'm not even scratching the surface... too emotional... too stressful... and my throat is hoarse. which means i don't get to yell at the stupid people i work with. guess i'm not answering the phone. i can't even organize my thoughts today. too tired.

i think everyone will rest easier once my parents get notified that my brother is there at the school and admitted. his stupidity astounds me.